Packing boxes with flotsam
and jetsam of another job gone south
phone rings like an angry bee
"He's had another one, calling the vet"
Steel guitar, mournful cry of lonesome
Last box goes in the car,
Professional dreams slumped over
in a passenger seat of sighs
Short goodbyes, shaking hands
and compliments with such flair
the hype was easy to swallow
Smiling and sinking in tandem
Out the door under a lowering sky
the melancholy cap pulled over furrowed brow
Wondering if its possible to write a song
Anymore, that isn't a bucket of sorrow
On the highway, screaming along to the radio
Filling up on another's artificial fuel
But inside, wondering if its possible
To write a country song without whiskey
Saying goodbye to an old friend
hands on the wheel, heart in the mouth
Knowing that its deep country
When everyday is just another parting
R.I.P. Bongo, our kitty with a 'tude. 20 years was a good run. May you find that spot in the sun.
04 June 2010
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Oh Irish, you've had enough transitions for a while... the universe needs to give it a break for a bit. Sorry about the job. And the kitty. And stuff in general. Hope you have some sunshine this weekend.
ReplyDeleteLosing a jub sucks,loosing your pet really sucks.Been there on both.Man Hug.
ReplyDeleteOh, poor Bongo .. poor you . I am sorry .. It sucks having pets sometimes, they bring joy but they don't live forever. .. dammit !
ReplyDeleteAnd jobs.. well, I wish they brought joy ..
I am sorry for your day of loss..
muchas besos.. C
This was a wonderful poem. Aren't all poems from the heart, no matter how heartbreaking they are?
ReplyDeleteJobs, man...write your book!!!!
Sweet kitty...gigantic hugs!!!
Loved this. My fave parts were:
ReplyDelete"in a passenger seat of sighs"
and the last 2 lines. Poetry.
oh, dear.
ReplyDeleteYou just can't catch a break. My condolences on the job and good ol' Bongo. Sounds like he had a good long life though. Here's hoping a new job that you love will come along.
ReplyDeleteI think of all the animals, fish, turtles, rabbits and other oddities I have put to rest...
ReplyDeleteCats were the hardest, with Ane...
Sending some positive honks your way Irish, I hope luck rides the sound to your doorstep. My condolences bro.
ReplyDeleteGod is surely walking with you on this crazy path. I wonder where it will lead, my friend.
ReplyDeletexx hugs to you....
Oh, honey! So sorry
ReplyDeletesending loads of hugs and good thoughts for you, sweet Irish. I'm a firm believer that everything happens for a reason, I'll hope that the meaning will become clear for you very, very soon.
ReplyDeleteThe kitty too? That's just not right.
ReplyDeletePS. That was a fantastic title.
ReplyDeleteSo sorry about Bongo!
ReplyDelete... possible
ReplyDeleteTo write a country song without whiskey
Not really. Tried it, and it didn't work. And for the kitty... Long May [He] Run.
Lovely words. It's hard when a dear old pet departs, isn't it? Had my last Boston for 16 years.
ReplyDeleteLove the post title too.
I hope you all find a place in the sun. Lovely, if somewhat sad, poem. I agree with Margins - I don't think it is possible without whiskey.
ReplyDeletehugs.